Standing at 5"8', Leonard was a man with a constant runny nose and bulging green eyes
Every day at 1:13, during lunch time, he would read the daily paper, take a sip of his coffee, spit it out and stand up, running around he yelled "THE END IS NIGH! THE END IS NEAR! IT'S APPROACHIIIING!!!!"
Nobody knew where he went after the whole act, but he was back to do it again every morning.
"Beautiful, just beautiful." Morris was 67 years old standing in front of a wall with a can of spray-paints. He was a graffiti artist who just wrote his name, but a bit more stylized.
He had only been caught twice buy when the police officers approached him and touched his shoulder, his eyes just grew big and he said "Rodger where am I? Rodger, why are you wearing that uniform? I just want to go home."
They took him home-thinking he was senile, worked everytime.
There's a man who puts quarters into meters for people past their time.
And a crossing guard who refers to all of the kids as her children.
A woman who clicks her heels everytime she's scared
And a man who bounces his leg whenever he sits down.
There's a kid that no one likes
And there's that girl that always fights
Black and blue she lost a tooth, but she's the winner of total resilience
Watching these people everywhere you go.
The sky is turning gray and thunder sparks the world alive
Leonard was right- the worlds approaching
Gravity tears and now we're all floating away
2 comments:
I remember you telling me that you were going to write this. And dammit, you've succeeded once again. I really liked this, your creativity at the end with the girl and the way you closed it off with "we're all floating away" was completely great.
This made me want to be this insane one day.
The title reminds me of the album, short songs for short people, but I digress..
I really like this whole like mini story thing because it's just like (like you mentioned) watching these people everywhere you go. They're just there. And I don't want it to go away.
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